Resident Evil Village Oc Novels & Stories

It seemed like a normal building as far as the eyes could see. She glanced at the tiled floor, it was a bright beige color, and at its center was the logo of E.V.I.L, the flower emerging from a bed of thorns. Ophelia recalled the first time she saw that logo on the uniforms of the corpses she had seen at the Crescents six years ago. She noticed she was falling behind and skipped her way to join the others before the elevator. The elevator arrived with a ding, it was big enough inside to fit them all at once. Garelt pressed a random button out of curiosity.

The grim soldiers hid on the large trees around the village like ninjas waiting for their target to appear. Following the instructions, some inspect the place as silent as the wind. Mindful of each of their steps to avoid some traps, one of them found a relic near the altar. He immediately sent it to the intelligence force of the Eternal for them to study how useful and destructive it is. THE SUN then lay its rays on the land where the town is located. It's like a normal day in a normal town except dark secrets and black magic lies beneath the ground. Damien brought his two friend in their room for them to take a rest. As soon as he put Mara down on the bed, he faced Shane and summoned his s

The cool air reeked of wet plants and mud. I took a deep breath and sighed. “Looks like Matthew Cornner wasn’t a big fan of The Village.” Alexandra glanced around at our surroundings. “Can’t say I blame the kid.” “Yeah,” agreed William, “so much for curb appeal.” Hell House sagged on the very edge of the mud road. The wood was black with dampness and rot. The entire outside emanated the sickly sweet scent of wet decaying wood. Without waiting for a cue, I immediately leapt up the slope and began searching the perimeter.

“Do you smell that? It’s not just dust, Victoria. It’s ozone. It’s the smell of a house that’s been holding its breath for thirty years.” Dr. Aris Varma held the flashlight steady, the beam cutting through the stagnant air of the Vermon estate’s sub-level. We weren’t in the medical suite where my grandfather lay in his glass cage; we were deeper, behind a false wall in the old wine cellar that Aris had spotted thanks to a thermal anomaly on her tablet.

She found the electrical service panel box, and when she opened it, I grabbed her wrist before she could touch the switch. “Let’s call a professional to check it, Eve,” I muttered impatiently. She looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry, Mr. Barclay. This isn’t my first time doing this. Besides, the dangerous stuff is on the second layer of the panel.” A high-pitched squeak echoed through the dark room as she was about to touch the old wooden box. Eve gasped, her hands trembling as she slowly tilted the flashlight upward. On top of the box, a tiny mouse squeaked again, its beady eyes staring at us as if welcoming us. Eve screamed, dropped the flashlight, leaped towards me, and clung onto me.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known